If there's beef cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get

I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady I need some love to go with this hate Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy Give mama a hug, we finally made it Bitches ain't shit, bet' not

On Tree, I do not fuck with the percs, I barely fuck with the Earth On me, industry niggas the worst, actin' like they from the dirt On me, I do not fuck with the percs, I barely fuck with the Earth On Tree, all of them niggas I birth, tryna put me in a

If you don't know Where I'm from (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggas, Westside) (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)

Yeah, it's Sauga at sunset Marijuana in the complex Sippin' Henny cause my heart's frozen Stunna' shades cause we all rollin' Fuck em' bitches, fuck em' niggas too Fuck em' niggas, what I got's to lose? Mix my drink with some 'gnac Just to buy me some

None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name

And woke up alone And it's all because I dreamt of you What a wonderful tone To bring you back home My nose is burning Too much cocaine Got caught in Brooklyn With gasoline backed up with cellophane I'm in need of moderation

Watch out lil' bitch You getting mad I'm getting rich All my niggas athletic And I'm getting rich Bitch I'm getting rich All my niggas with me

Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop I look through the

We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Gas (wit me,